cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
When he was a young child, my son’s body felt like an extension of mine. His nuzzling, nursing lips on my breast, his feel, his smell, his desires—all of it was an extension of me. Even now, as a teenager, his desires and motives are astonishingly transparent to me when I consider how hard it…
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“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” ~ Seneca We are in the final days of another school year. We’ve been here before, many times, but this year marks a significant milestone: Seth’s high school graduation.
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